We've been watching the Biggest Loser for a few seasons. I always think that by the end, I will have lost the 15 pounds I would like to lose. I always tease Keith for eating while he watches. (He gets home from the church just in time for the weigh-in.) Mostly I always wonder if pushing the participants to purge every awful thing they've ever felt about themselves and relive every negative thing is really necessary for them to lose the weight.
It makes me wonder about myself. Would I be better off if I somehow purged all the insecurities and issues I've dealt with, or not dealt with, my whole life? Tonight, I just tried to purge the 'way too many chicken nuggets' I had eaten while I was watching, but there's no danger of me becoming bulimic, because I can't make myself puke no matter how full I feel.
But really, is there any real benefit to churning up old unresolved. . . stuff--for lack of a better term? I think I'm a fan of letting the sleeping dog lie. It's like puking. Even though your stomach feels less crowded, then you have to deal with acid in the back of your throat and the sore muscles from heaving. No thanks. I'll leave vomiting for when I have food poisoning and deal with the consequences of overeating. If the burdens I carry around everyday never give me a fever or chills or make me wish the ER was around the block, I think I'll keep them all to myself.
Unless this blog is my purging.
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